Miss Witch Doesn't Want to be a Diva

"Sure thing." Hexia flipped through the menu displayed on her personal terminal and ordered 4 standard T6-level sets, each costing about 35 yuan, which was quite a good deal.

The others did not mind and seemed satisfied to have a standard meal instead of emergency rations.

"Please wait for a moment, everyone." The shop was run by just the owner and his wife. The owner, after seeing the order, told the kitchen to start preparing.

Shortly after, the hot food was brought out, and the group began to converse slowly.

"Hexia just graduated from junior high, right?"

"Yes, I'm currently preparing for retests and also working part-time."

"You're very hardworking and diligent; my child is about your age and only cares about playing these days." Uncle Pascal started the conversation, and then they gradually shifted the topic towards the environment of the area.

"You uncles must have been to many places." Hexia suddenly spoke up, as she was also quite curious about the attire of the group.

"Yes, what about it?"

"Why do you wear such coats outside? It doesn't seem very convenient to move around in them."

"Oh, you mean this? This is the style of our firm, or a sign of recognition. After all, there is competition between firms, and we need to stand out and be memorable." Lude talked on, with Pascal occasionally chipping in, while Yang Che, the team leader, remained silent.

"The founder of our firm was an Easterner who, it's said, had ancestors who served in the royal court and fancied this style. Besides, many of the techniques and methods we use do indeed come from Eastern traditions, so it's quite fitting."

"Fitting?"

"Exactly, look at our 'Eight Mountains Plate' which can easily search for nearby life forms and consciousnesses—it's a fine product from the 'Xiang Shu Workshop.' We also have some Thunder Magic which is very useful against spirits."

"Exorcising spirits also has to keep up with the times; now it's an era of sweeping with laser guns." Lude added on the side.

After a brief introduction from the two, Hexia's curiosity was mostly satisfied, and she began to tell them about what happened that day.

"You're saying his initial target was the personal terminal, not you, right?"

"Yes, that's right, it seems the magic power fluctuations from the personal terminal were more noticeable."

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"Did he not use any other skills besides biting?"

"He didn't seem to, his biting alone was already very strong; I barely escaped with my life." The girl shook her head.

The three asked in detail, discussing amongst themselves continuously.

"Looking at it this way, the opponent seems to have lost all reason, and their body has deteriorated a lot, even dropping in Sequence."

"Yes, the deceased entered Sequence 4 almost thirty years ago; using their abilities should have become instinctual, they shouldn't be this weak."

"He also won some ranks in the Academy's combat competitions when he was young, but a major setback later stopped him from continuing."

Listening to their judgment, Hexia felt they might be underestimating her, but she didn't mind that much.

Unlike those classmates who loved to fight for top ranks and enjoyed the spotlight, Hexia had grown accustomed to staying in the corner and even started to like the quiet and solitude, where no one bothered her and there were no conflicts or disturbances.

After the meal, she held her drink cup and slowly sipped it, her mind involuntarily drifting back to past scenes from school.

It was like the day she went to pick up Lisha; she had grown up with many young friends too, but unfortunately, some followed their parents to other places and some went to different schools, gradually becoming strangers.

Only Clara had always been in her class, but they were the type who always knew each other without ever being particularly close.

Clara was also a bit shy and not very talkative during primary school, and had a bit of baby fat on her cheeks, which was hard to see now...

"So for today, we'll thank Miss Hexia for her help." After getting the information they wanted, the three stood up, ready to leave.

"Yeah, no problem."

After settling the bill, Lude rushed back over, "Let's exchange contact information, Hexia; perhaps we can be of help to each other in the future."

"Alright."

Finally, after having her personal terminal for several years, the number of contacts in Hexia's address book exceeded ten.